Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Inner City,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.